Anonymous

“ THE WANDERING BOY.
When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,
The cottager shots on the beggar his door,
When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye,
How hard is the fate of the wandering boy. The winter is cold and I have no place of rest, ! ”

“ A sparrow's horn, a priest unborn,
⁠This night to join us twa;
Before I lie into your bed,
⁠Fiber at stock or wa'.
Death is greener than the grass ;
⁠Sky's higher than the trees';
The devil's worse than woman's voice,
⁠Hell's deeper than the seas ”

“ But now I am left a poor Wandering Boy.
The winter is cold, and the snow loads the gale,
There is no one will listen to my innocent tale,
I will go to the grave where my parents do lie,
And death shall befriend the poor Wandering Boy.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”